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Mar 2017
spittin' shells from my clip
leave my enemies exposed
either naked or clothed
ot dont matter as long as the bullet holes
cuttin ya breath short
smoke a new port
play these ******* like a sport
muthaphukkaz try to leach on
then get they preach on
when ya wrong
but i say **** it i christen the **** cheech n chong
what the hell.is going on?
******* more crooked than politician
***** go see the beautician
ugly *** ***** keep wishin
thought ya had me trap
til ya seen my straps
then we put them ****** in dirt naps
i hate ****** but love my brothers from another mother
slick as ever no need to be undercover
im wide in the open hopin
they take me for a joke and
so the pistol comes sneaky
and smoking body chokin as ya blood begin soakin
up the concrete grounded with my feet then repeat
to all my enemies this is ya warning before be in eternal sleep peep when i creep
i see my foes ahead before they plot
i already got em shot and dead
so dont be that muthaphukka assed out passed out
as i position my mount
still knockin my enemies out
when I ride


since i was born a ****
ill die a **** in a puddle of blood from a slug
no tears in my eyes
as i soul search the sky realize
this aint **** for me
i seen my enemies
like.jesus to judas i got that buddha
talkin to a brother im.hellbound
trapped inside of satan cell now
hear me now and loud
puff my cloud before i take my last breath
then ill.die in honor
stand next to the father
a black man with dreads and armor of gold breasted plates make demons heart ache ya cant shake
my flame once i ignite
i burn all you ******* on sight
im like the purge fools all die in one night braille ya sight
thought ya can cease me
believe what the **** would
u do if ya seen ya enemies approachin slowly .....
ride on em uhhhh



look into the eyes of madman
half dead man
walking around lookin astound
faced with death for eternally hell is where ya find me
no insanity pleas
lord forgive me
for i know not what i do
so i gotta do what i gotta do
since i was exposed to sin
colorful visions from the sip of gin
**** im going in like the wind
coming in through cracks of door hinge no pretend
my **** real stay poppin' my steel
make it my enemies last meal
as they squeal
like pigs this aint no ****** gig ya dig
im coming with wrath of the father
***** ****** still gettin slaughtered
as i ride.....
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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